in your eye Where I used to shine Every secret untold is a planet aligned Don't need prophets or preachers To make sense of the signs When the buried
All sugar and blood Bad blood in my veins I wish that I could Go back where I came In a gold mine lie the buried treasures Get a piece of what's going
sweat pouring down my face And I wait till the morning comes There will come a time I fear when all my days are done They will come, collect my corpse and bury
know You're bent out of shape, flat out of luck You try to bury this load, dig, brother, dig A little deeper, strike a nerve And leave a scar so you
a lie Inside my mind each day I die What can bring me back to life? A simple word, a gesture Someone to say you're beautiful Come find this buried treasure
down 'cause the underground crown is still large See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink After we fuck, I'm takin' you to S and D's That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy I won't remember none of this when
bitches get tossed on, niggas get flossed on Take your mic and bury it like it's a lost bone If you was a pussy you'd get fucked If you was a dick you
', might as well be a bed And if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head 'Cause if you targetin' the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box
to be thinking that I won't pop a trunk if you feeling like a punk from the he said she said life's not a choice, it's a win or lose so what's it gonna
charm, lost in her arms, I keep a photograph Give me a glimpse, let me come in be there inside her Here it begins, here is the sin something to lie about
i'm on a skankin' ting, No lie im on a blankin' ting.. and if you feel my shit i'm on a thankin' ting.. But if you bring a pretty girl around me i'm
but, When I'm on a skankin' ting, no lie I'm on a blankin' ting, And if you feel my shit, I'm on a thankin' ting But if you bring a pretty girl around
Deep in the field A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf
gets worse, it gets no better than this Amateurs drink veteran piss From a Dixie Cup, if you ever mix me up Or CONFUSE ME with a Canibus or Dre with a
'ma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lying , bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a
, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the T.V, buries her nose in
it when somebody ask him about it That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came That's the way I remain [Verse